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Yes ;

So they

Compell’d these skipping Kernes to trust their heels: 3 Witch. And I another.
But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage,

1 Witch. I myself have all the other ;
With furbish'd arms, and new supplies of men, And the very ports they blow,
Began a fresh assault.

All the quarters that they know
Dun.
Dismay'd not this

I'the shipman's card.
Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?

I will drain him dry as hay:

Sleep shall, neither night nor day, As sparrows, eagles ; or the hare, the lion.

Hang upon his pent-house lid; 1 I say sooth, I must report they were

He shall live a man forbid :
As cannons overcharg'd with double cracks; Weary sev'n-nights, nine times nine,

Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine :
Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe:

Though his bark cannot be lost,
Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds, Yet it shall be tempest-toss'd.
Or memorize another Golgotha,

Look what I have.
I cannot tell :

2 Wich. Show me, show me. But I am faint, my gashes cry for help.

1 Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb, Dun. So well thy words become thee, as thy Wreck'd, as homeward he did come. (Drum wilhin. wounds;

3 Witch. A drum, a drum :
They sack of honour both :- Go, get him sur- Macbeth doth come.
geons.
[Exit Soldier, attended. All. The weird sisters, hand in hand,

Posters of the sea and land,
Enter Rosse.

Thus do go about, about;
Who comes here?

Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine, No.

The worthy thane of Rosse. And thrice again, to make up nine : Le. What a haste looks through his eyes! So Peace ! - the charm's wound up. should he look,

Enter MACBETH and Banguo.
That seems to speak things strange.
Rask.

God save the king !

Macb. So foul and fair a day I have not seen. Dur. Whence cam'st thou, worthy thane ?

Ban. How far is't call'd to Fores? - What are Rasse. From Fife, great king,

these, Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky,

So wither'd, and so wild in their attire ; And fan our people cold.

That look not like the inhabitants o'the earth, Norway himself, with terrible numbers,

And yet are on't? Live you ? or are you aught Assisted by that most disloyal traitor

That man may question ? You seem to understand The thane of Cawdor, 'gan a dismal conflict :

me, Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapp'd in proof,

By each at once her choppy finger laying Confronted him with self-comparisons,

Upon her skinny lips : – You should be women, Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm, And yet your beards forbid me to interpret Curting his lavish spirit: And, to conclude,

That you are so. The victory fell on us;

Macb. Speak, if you can ;- What are you? Dan. Great happiness!

1 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane Rosse, That now

of Glamis ! Swens, the Norways' king, craves composition ;

2 Witch. All hail, Macbeth ! hail to thee, thane Nor would we deign him burial of his men,

of Cawdor! Til he disbursed, at Saint Colmes' inch,

3 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! that shalt be king Tea thousand dollars to our general use.

hereafter. Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall de- Ban. Good sir, why do you start ; and seem to ceive

fear Oar bosom interest :- Go, pronounce his death,

Things that do sound so fair? -- I'the name of truth, And with his former title greet Macbeth.

Are ye fantastical, or that indeed Rase, I'll see it done.

Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner Der. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won.

You greet with present grace, and great prediction (Exeunt.

Of noble having, and of royal hope,

That he seems rapt withal; to me you speak not: SCENE III. - A Heath. Thunder,

If you can look into the seeds of time,
Enter the three Witches.

And say, which grain will grow, and which will not;

Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear, I Wach. Where hast thou been, sister?

Your favours, nor your hate. 2 rech. Killing swine.

1 Witch. Hail! s luck. Sister, where thou ?

2 Witch. Hail !
I Fich. A sailor's wife had chesnuts in her lap, 3 Witch. Hail !
And mounch'd and mounch'd, and mounch'd :- 1 Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.
Güz me, quoth I:

2 Witch. Not so happy, yet much happier.
Arint thee, ritch! the rump-fed ronyon cries. 3 Wilch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be
Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o'the Tiger :
Bet in a sieve I'll thither sail,

So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo ! And, like a rat without a tail,

1 Witch. Banquo, and Macbeth, all hail ! 1de, I'll do, and I'll do.

Macb. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me 2 Filck. I'll give thee a wind. 1 Witch. Thou art kind.

By Sinel's death, I know, I am thane of Glamis ;

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But how of Cawdor ? the thane of Cawdor lives, Of the imperial theme. I thank you, gentlemen.A prosperous gentleman ; and, to be king,

This supernatural soliciting Stands not within the prospect of belief,

Cannot be ill ; cannot be good ; - If ill, No more than to be Cawdor. Say, from whence Why hath it given me earnest of success, You owe this strange intelligence? or why Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor: Upon this blasted heath you stop our way

If good, why do I yield to that suggestion With such prophetick greeting? - Speak, I charge Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, you.

[Witches vanish. And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, Against the use of nature ? Present fears And these are of them : Whither are they vanish'd? Are less than horrible imaginings : Macb. Into the air : and what seem'd corporal, My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, melted

Shakes so my single state of man, that function As breath into the wind. - 'Would they had staid! Is smother'd'in surmise ; and nothing is, Ban. Were such things here, as we do speak | But what is not. about?

Ban.

Look, how our partner's rapt. Or have we eaten of the insane root,

Macb. If chance will have me king, why, chance That takes the reason prisoner ?

may crown me, Macb. Your children shall be kings.

Without my stir.
Ban.
You shall be king. Ban.

New honours come upon him Macb. And thane of Cawdor too; went it not so ? Like our strange garments; cleave not to their Ban. To the self-same tune, and words. Who's

mould,
here?

But with the aid of use.
Macb.

Come what come may ;
Enter Rosse and Angus.

Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. Rosse. The king hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth, Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your The news of thy success : and when he reads

leisure. Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight,

Macb. Give me your favour : - my dull brain His wonders and his praises do contend,

was wrought Which should be thine, or his : Silenc'd with that, With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your In viewing o'er the rest o'the self-same day,

pains He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks, Are register'd where every day I turn Nothing afеard of what thyself didst make, The leaf to read them. — Let us toward the king. Strange images of death. As thick as tale, Think upon what hath chanc'd; and, at more time, Came post with post; and every one did bear The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence,

Our free hearts each to other. And pour'd them down before him.

Ban.

Very gladly.
Ang.

We are sent,
Macb. Till then, enough.

Come, friends. To give thee, from our royal master, thanks ;

[Ereunt. To herald thee into his sight, not pay thee. Rosse. And, for an earnest of a greater honour,

SCENE IV. - Fores. A Room in the Palace. He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor: In which addition, hail, most worthy thane !

Flourish. Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Dos ALBAIS, For it is thine.

LENOx, and Attendants. Ban. What, can the devil speak true ? Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not Macb. The thane of Cawdor lives ; Why do you Those in commission yet return'd ? dress me

Mal.

My liege, In borrow'd robes ?

They are not yet come back. But I have spoke Ang.

Who was the thane, lives yet; With one that saw him die : who did report, But under heavy judgment bears that life

That very frankly he confess'd his treasons ;
Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was Implor'd your highness' pardon ; and set forth
Combin'd with Norway; or did line the rebel A deep repentance: nothing in his life
With hidden help and vantage; or that with both Became him, like the leaving it; he died
He labour'd in his country's wreck, I know not; As one that had been studied in his death,
But treasons capital, confess'd, and prov'd, To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd,
Have overthrown him.

As 'twere a careless trifle.
Macb.
Glamis, and thane of Cawdor : Dun. ,

There's no art,
The greatest is behind. - Thanks for your pains.- To find the mind's construction in the face:
Do you not hope your children shall be kings, He was a gentleman on whom I built
When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me, An absolute trust. -0 worthiest cousin !
Promis'd no less to them?
That, trusted home,

Enter MACBETH, BANQUo, Rosse, and Axcus.
Ban.
Might yet enkindle you unto the crown,

The sin of my ingratitude even now Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange : Was heavy on me : Thou art so far before, And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,

That swiftest wing of recompense is slow The instruments of darkness tell us truths;

To overtake thee. Would thou hadst less desery'd; Win us with honest trifles, to betray us

That the proportion both of thanks and payment In deepest consequences.

Might have been mine! only I have left to say, Cousins, a word, I pray you.

More is thy due than more than all can pay. Macb.

Two truths are told, Macb. The service and the loyalty I owe, As happy prologues to the swelling act

In doing it, pays itself. Your highness' put

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Is to receive our duties : and our duties

The illness should attend it. What thou would'st Are to your throne and state, children, and servants ;

highly, Which do but what they should, by doing every That would'st thou holily; would'st not play false, thing

And yet would'st wrongly win : thou'd'st have, great Safe toward your love and honour.

Glamis, Dun.

Welcome hither : That which cries, Thus thou must do, if thou I have begun to plant thee, and will labour

have it : To make thee full of growing. — Noble Banquo, And that which rather thou dost fear to do, That hast no less deserv'd, nor must be known Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither, No less to have done so, let me infold thee,

That I may pour my spirits in thine ear;
And hold thee to my heart.

And chastise with the valour of my tongue
Ban.
There if I grow,

All that impedes thee from the golden round, The barrest is your own.

Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem
Dun.
My plenteous joys, To have thee crown'd withal. -

What is your Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves

tidings? In drops of sorrow. - Sons, kinsmen, thanes,

Enter an Attendant.
And you whose places are the nearest, know,
We will establish our estate upon

Atten. The king comes here to-night.
Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter Lady M.

Thou’rt mad to say it ; The prince of Cumberland : which honour must Is not thy master with him ? who, wer't so, Not, unaccompanied, invest him only,

Would have inform’d for preparation. But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine

Atten. So please you, it is true; our thane is On all deservers. — From hence to Inverness,

coming: And bind us further to you.

One of my fellows had the speed of him; Mach. The rest is labour, which is not us'd for Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more you :

Than would make up his message. I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful Lady M.

Give him tending, The hearing of my wife with your approach ; He brings great news. The raven himself is hoarse, So, humbly take my leeve.

[Erit Attendant. Den.

My worthy Cawdor! That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Mach. The prince of Cumberland! – That is a

Under my battlements. Come, come, you spirits step,

That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here; On which I must fall down, or else o'er-leap,

And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full

(Aside. Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood, For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires ! Stop up the access and passage to remorse ; Let not light see my black and deep desires : That no compunctious visitings of nature The eye wink at the hand! yet let that be,

Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see. (Erit. The effect, and it! Come to my woman's breasts, Dun. True, worthy Banquo; he is full so va

And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring mi

nisters, And in his cornmendations I am fed ;

Wherever in your sightless substances It is a banquet to me. Let us after him,

You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome: And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell! It is a peerless kinsman. (Flourish. Ereunt. That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ;

Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, SCENE V

Inverness. A Room in Macbeth's To cry, Hold, hold ! Great Glamis ! worthy
Castle.

Cawdor!
Enter Lady MACBETH, reading a letter.

Enter MACBETH.
Lady M. They met me in the day of success ; and Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter !
I have learned by the perfectest report, they have Thy letters have transported me beyond
here in them than mortal knowledge. When I burned This ignorant present, and I feel now
ia desire to question them further, they made them- The future in the instant.
es — air, into which they vanished. Whiles I stood Macb.

My dearest love, tant in the wonder of it, came missives from the Duncan comes here to-night. king, ska all-hailed me, Thane of Cawdor; by which

Lady M.

And when goes hence ? title, before, these weird sisters saluted me, and re- Macb. To-morrow, - as he purposes. ferred me to the coming on of time, with, Hail, king Lady M.

O, never that shalt be! This have I thought good to deliver Shall sun that morrow see ! thee, my dearest partner of greatness ; that thou Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men mightest not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being ig- May read strange matters ; To beguile the time, pant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it to

Look like the time ; bear welcome in your eye, Hy heart, end farewell.

Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent

flower, Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be But be the serpent under it. He that's coming What thou art promis'd : - Yet do I fear thy na- Must be provided for : and you shall put

This night's great business into my despatch ; It is too full of the milk of human kindness, Which shall to all our nights and days to come To catch the nearest way: Thou would'st be great; Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom. Art not without ambitiön; but without

Macb. We will speak further.

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Lady M.

Lady M.

Only look up clear ; Who should against his murderer shut the door, To alter favour over is to fear :

Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan Leave all the rest to me.

[Ereunt. Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been

So clear in his great office, that his virtues
SCENE VI.
The same. Before the Castle.

Will plead like

angels, trumpet-tongued, against

The deep damnation of his taking-off: Hautboys. Servants of Macbeth attending. And pity, like a naked new-born babe,

Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, hors'd Enter Duncan, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, Banquo, Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Lenox, Macduff, Rosse, Angus, and Attendants. Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, Dun. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air

That tears shall drown the wind. — I have no spur Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself

To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Unto our gentle senses.

Vaulting ambition, which o'er-leaps itself,
Ban.
This guest of summer,

And falls on the other. — How now, what news?
The temple-haunting martlet, does approve,
By his lov'd mansionry, that the heaven's breath

Enter Lady MACBETH.
Smells wooingly here : no jutty, frieze, buttress, Lady M. He has almost supp'd ; Why have you
Nor coigne of vantage, but this bird hath made

Jeft the chamber?
His pendent bed, and procreant cradle: Where they Macb. Hath he ask'd for me?
Most breed and haunt, I have observ'd, the air

Lady M.

Know you not, he has ? Is delicate.

Macb. We will proceed no further in this business:

He hath honour'd me of late ; and I have bought Enter Lady MACBETH.

Golden opinions from all sorts of people, Dun. See, see our honour'd hostess ! Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, The love that follows us, sometime is our trouble, Not cast aside so soon. Which still we thank as love. Herein 1 teach you, Lady M.

Was the hope drunk, How you shall bid God yield us for your pains, Wherein you dress’d yourself? hath it slept since ? And thank us for your trouble.

And wakes it now, to look so green and pale

All our service At what it did so freely? From this time, In every point twice done, and then done double, Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard Were poor and single business, to contend

To be the same in thine own act and valour, Against those honours deep and broad, wherewith As thou art in desire ? Would'st thou have that Your majesty loads our house : For those of old, Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And the late dignities heap'd up to them,

And live a coward in thine own esteem; We rest your hermits.

Letting I dare not wait upon I would, Dun.

Where's the thane of Cawdor? | Like the poor cat i' the adage? We cours'd him at the heels, and had a purpose

Macb.

Pr’ythee, peace: To be his purveyor : but he rides well;

I dare do all that may become a man;
And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him who dares do more, is none.
To his home before us : Fair and noble hostess, Lady M.

What beast was it then, We are your guest co-night.

That made you break this enterprise to me? Lady M.

Your servants ever, When you durst do it, then you were a man; Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in compt, And, to be more than what you were, you would To make their audit at your highness' pleasure, Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place, Still to return your own.

Did then adhere, and yet you would make both : Dun.

Give me your hand : They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Conduct me to mine host; we love him highly, Does unmake you. I have given suck; and know And shall continue our graces towards him. How tender 'tis, to love the babe that milks me : By your leave, hostess.

[Exeunt. I would, while it was smiling in my face,

Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, SCENE VII. The same. A Room in the Castle. And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn, as you

Have done to this. Hautboys and torches. Enter, and pass over the stage, Macb.

If we should fail, a Sewer, and divers Servants with dishes and ser

Lady M.

We fail! vice. Then enter MACBETH.

But screw your courage to the sticking place, Macb. If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep, well

(Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey It were done quickly: If the assassination

Soundly invite him,) his two chamberlains Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, Will I with wine and wassel so convince, With his surcease, success; that but this blow

That memory, the warder of the brain, Might be the be-all and the end-all here,

Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, - A limbeck only: When in swinish sleep We'd jump the life to come. — But in these cases, Their drenched natures lie, as in a death, We still have judgment here ; that we but teach What cannot you and I perform upon Bloody instructions, which being taught, return The unguarded Duncan? what not put upon To plague the inventor : This even-handed justice His spongy officers ; who shall bear the guilt Commends the ingredients of our poison's chalice Of our great quell ? To our own lips. He's here in double trust :

Macb.

Bring forth men-children only! First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, For thy undaunted mettle should compose Strong both against the deed ; then, as his host, Nothing but males. Will it not be receiv'd,

Filhen we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two Macb. I am sett.ed, ana bend up
IX his own chamber, and us'd their very daggers, Each corporal agent to this terrible feat.
Tut they have done't?

Away, and mock the time with fairest show:
Lady A.

Who dares receive it other, False face must hide what the false heart doth As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar

know.

[Exeunt. Upon his death?

ACT II...

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SCENE I. - The same. Court within the Castle. A dagger of the mind; a false creation,
Exto Banquo and FLEANCE, and a Servant with a

Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ?

I see thee yet, in form as palpable torch before them.

As this which now I draw. Bar. How goes the night, boy?

Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going Ple. The moon is down; I have not heard the And such an instrument I was to use. clock.

Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Bar. And she goes down at twelve.

Or else worth all the rest : I see thee still ; Fle.

I take't, 'tis later, sir. And on thy blade, and dudgeon, gouts of blood, Ben. Hold, take my sword. — There's husbandry which was not so before. — There's no such thing' in heaven,

It is the bloody business, which inforins Their candles aze all out. - Take thee that too. Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one half world A heary summons lies like lead upon me,

Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse And yet I would not sleep: Merciful powers ! The curtain'd sleep ; now witchcraft celebrates Restrain in me the cursed thoughts, that nature Pale Hecate's offering; and wither'd murder, Gires way to in repose ! - Give me my sword ; Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf,

Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy Enter MACBETH, and a Servant with a torch.

pace, Who's there?

With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Macb. A friend.

Moves like a ghost. - Thou sure and firm-set Ben. What, sir, not yet at rest ? The king's

earth, a-bed :

Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear He hath been in unusual pleasure, and

Thy very stones prate of my where-about, Sent forth great largess to your offices :

And take the present horror from the time, This diamond he greets your wife withal,

Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, ho By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up

lives; In measureless content.

Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. Macb. Being unprepar'd,

(A bell rings Our will became the servant to defect;

I go, and it is done; the bell invites me..
Which else should free have wrought.

Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell
All's well.

That summons thce to heaven, or to hell. (Exit
I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters ;
To you they have show'd some truth.

SCENE II. The same. Macb.

I think not of them : Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve,

Enter Lady MacBETH. Would spend it in some words upon that business, Lady M. That which hath made them drunk, If you would grant the time.

hath made me bold : Ban.

At your kind'st leisure. What hath quench'd them, hath given me fire : Much. If you shall cleave to my consent, — when

Hark! - Peace! 'tis,

It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman, It stall make honour for you.

Which gives the stern'st good-night. He is about it: Ban.

So I lose none,

The doors are open ; and the surfeited grooms la seeking to augment it, but still keep

Do mock their charge with snores : I have drugg'd My bosom franchis'd, and allegiance clear,

their possets, I shall be counsel'd.

That death and nature do contend about them, Good repose, the while ! Whether they live, or die. Ban. Thanks, sir ; The like to you !

Macb. [Within.) Who's there ? — what, ho! (Erit Banduo.

Lady M. Alack! I am afraid they have awak'd, Macb. Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is And 'tis not done : the attempt, and not the ready,

deed, She strike upon the beli. Get thee to bed.

Confounds us : - Hark! - I laid their daggers (Exit Servant.

ready, Is this a dagger, which I see before me,

He could not miss them. - Had he not resembled The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch My father as he slept I had done't. — My husband ? thee:

Enter MACBET 1.
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible

Macb. I have done the deed : Didst thou not as to sight? or art thou but

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